Gracefully,

She sat on the grass,

Staring at me, …

Tears cleanse.

Or so they say.

Yet I hate to cry, …

I often compared,

My dreams and hopes,

With those around, …

In the land,

Where I grew up,

A horse or a donkey, …

Today I’d like to be,

A bright shining lamp,

Lighting the way, …

We all have burdens,

To carry through life.

The times I’ve helped others, …

There is a rooster,

That lives by our house.

I often listen to him sing, …

Perhaps nature has more to teach,

Than I have often believed.

Had I in earlier times, …

Traditions,

Help remind me of days,

When I was seeking, …

It is the lifeless and lost,

Who trouble my thoughts.

Not from sympathy, …

Around Easter,

The trees in our neighborhood,

Begin to turn green. …

Some things,

I cannot understand.

In earlier times, …

Perhaps nature,

With its simplicity,

Kindness and a smile, …

Those caring souls,

Painting the signs,

Guiding my path, …

Waking up,

Bareness,

Cracks and flaws, …

Colorful roads,

Have often led me,

Down unexpected paths, …

Some signs,

Show the way.

Others tell me, …

I often use,

Age-old expressions,

To guide me through life. …

I built a life,

Meticulously,

One layer at a time, …

Pictures,

Too evoke calmness.

Smooth blending patterns, …